This is what happens when I find out I have work due on Thursday

Ok I admit I have now reached the point of actively avoiding work despite ever encroaching deadlines. It is funny how the realities of university study creep up on you like my ever increasing girth (slowly and without any warning till you look down and scream), and thus it feels like the honey moon period has now officially come to a close.

I am studying law and for the first four weeks I was consistently surprised and slightly put off every time I told someone that because they would always make the same surprised look of pain like I had told them I love clubbing baby seals while stealing money from the elderly. However, now with my slightly wiser outlook on life I can see that they were at least partially right about my rather unique choice of torture methods. Half my modules make absolutely no sense and the best bit is that I know it would be very easy to learn to understand my modules by doing the mandatory reading... WHICH IS EVEN WORSE THAN LISTENING TO MY LECTURER TALK WITH HIS EYES SHUT FOR AN HOUR. And thus my specific rocky and rather hard place was constructed from the decaying carcas of what was my enjoyment of law.

Ok that is rather melodramatic and slightly hyperbolic (just a tad) but I think I am making a point that is resonated by most students which is why in the world do they put us in a place with an almost unlimited variety of activities and interesting people to talk to and think it will be beneficial to our study. Nothing is a better example of this than freshers week a time with so much possibility, like a flower about to bloom. The events fair suggested that I had the ability to be a lacross playing, kung foo master who is in four different versions of hamlet and does a bit of stand up at the same time. I am under no illusion that it would be very possible to pass all your university career without actually participatin in any learning because there is the slight feeling that I might currently be going down that path despite my best efforts to not join anything and thus leave a reasonable amount of time for studying.

Side note: Uni is presented as this place where people try to re-brand themselves as one thing or another and as great as that sounds for me at least it is an attempt at the futile. Everyone seems to have already solidified into their own person (as evidenced from groups forming of like minded people from the first day). I am sure that for some people coming to Durham has allowed them to finally express the previously inexpressible but for those who already know me you can guess that it just brought out more Stephane. The essence of what is Stephane will probably fascinate anthropologists and historians alike for centuries to come (or minutes if they have the time in between real work to consider the mundane). The snarky mix of off handed rather insulting and occasionally nice behaviour leaves me sitting comfortably without clasification much like any young adult novel about to try and convince teens that they are somehow special (that is a story for another day). Nevertheless I am thankful that some people have taken it upon themselves to save the rest of the world from me by adopting me into their confidence.

Well, wasn't that a rather weird and very pointless bit of rant. Earlier today I tried to write a blog post about something thematic or actually nice and it brought the truth of this as at best a form of catharsis allowing me to rise above the procrastination and actually tackle my work or at worst the vain attempt to draw attention to myself. While tonight I will probably repeat the very logical form of work avoidance which is sitting for as long as possible in one place to use up all the productive work time I wouldn't trade the guillotine of work over my head for anything because it reminds me why everyone here is so great, because we all have goals in life and will occasionally stop socialising to try and achieve them.